#maraudersfic

A sketch for The Cadence of Part Time Poets on A03 by Motswolo. My god, this book is doing things to me. I love it a lot! It also made me appreciate 70s rock bands more! I am a very happy reader :)

MORE THAN THE MOON & STARS

WARNINGS: IN DEPTH SMUT!!!!, fluff, size kink (to the best of my ability).

NOT PROOF READDD.

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I meet Regulus in front of the Great Hall doors, smiling as I take in his features for the millionth time.

“Hi Reg.” I say sweetly, standing on my tip-toes to peck his cheek.

“Hello my love.” He smiles down at me, pushing stray hairs from my face.

“Since we have a free period i was wondering,” He starts, “Maybe we could go back to my dorm?”

I felt a sudden nervousness wash over me. This is usually the time we make out in whichever hallway is vacant, go to the library and sneak almost too sensual kisses between bookcases, or even by the Black Lake. He never invited me to his dorm, nor have I with mine.

He must’ve seen the near panic in my eyes, “We don’t have to of course, we could go to-“

“Let’s go.” I cut him off with a small smile, interlacing our fingers.

He brings my hand up and places a kiss on the back before leading me to the Dungeons. I squeeze his hand a little harder the darker it gets, my body relaxes as he runs his thumb over my wrist and palm.

He leads me through the empty common room and up to his form, also empty.

“I didn’t think you would be so clean.” I give a small chuckle as I take in the room, “You thought of me to bee dirty love?” He teases.

He places his bag on the floor while taking mine from me, placing it on the desk chair. He walks back to me, taking both sides of my face in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, too beautiful to be with me.” He runs his thumb against my jaw, his eyes dark with lust. He lowers his face to mine connecting his soft pink lips to my own.

I reciprocate the kiss and bring my hands around his wrists, not able to wrap around them fully.

He deepens the kiss by moving a hand to the back of my neck, parting his mouth slightly, running his tongue along my bottom lip. I hungrily grant him access to explore my mouth.

Our tongues wrestle against each other, he tastes like vanilla, smoke, and coffee. Just how he smells.

He walks me back to his bed not breaking our kiss, and lays me on my back, swinging his leg over to hover above my body. I almost felt helpless beneath his tall body.

He breaks away from me, planting wet kisses against my neck. I let my nerves take over and grab his biceps.

“What’s wrong, are you okay? Is this too much?” He searches my eyes apologetically, rubbing my temple.

We had done a lot of things, almost everything under the sun. This would be, what I assume, our first time making love.

I’ve been with a few others but that didn’t make me any less nervous about the situation.

If anything I wish it had been regulus to be my first everything. I was always nervous of this because his size.

“No, no, it’s not too much.” I caress his face, “I want this, I want you. I’m just scared.” I whisper.

His face softens, “Don’t be scared, I always have you. Do you trust me?” He pecks my nose. I close my eyes and nod.

“Words love, tell me what you want.”

“I want you in every way regulus, I trust you.” I open my eyes as I breathe my answer.

He strokes my hair before kissing me softly, he grinds his hips against mine, deepening it by tilting my head more towards his.

My hands find a home on the back of his neck pulling him closer, my teeth graze his bottom lip, pulling a quiet groan from him.

He pulls away before attacking my neck again, “You must- really- want me.” He says between sloppy kisses. He kisses a spot I didn’t know existed and whine at the contact, thrusting my hips up against his growing erection.

He hooks his fingers under my shirt, “Can I?” I breathe out a ‘please’ before sitting up and helping him take it off.

“Regulus,” His face is level with mine, he rests his forehead on mine, “I’m yours, take care of me.”

He nods feverishly before removing both of our clothing, I nearly gape at the sight of him completely naked.

Why does he look so much bigger naked?

I drag my eyes from his member up to his own, I pull him by the neck to my lips again, rolling my tongue against his again.

He trails his hand up past my hips, to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, grinding his impressively hard dick into my clit.

I let out a loud moan when he connects his mouth to the same nipple, I feel the pit in my stomach intensify, “Reg- Regulus,” I whimper.

He looks up at me, “Please just fuck me, please.” I beg, he releases my nipple, running two fingers up my folds.

“So wet already, such a good girl, all ready for me.” He sucks a bruise into my neck before lining himself up with my entrance.

Before he enters he looks to where we meet, barely pushing the tip in, “How’re you gonna fit me baby?” He pushes in further, pulling a harsh whine from my throat.

“It’s so big, ahh-“ He sucks harshly on my neck, “Such a small little thing,” He rasps bottoming out inside my hole,“Such a tight, little pussy, fuck.” He moans.

He stays still for a moment but leans on his forearms hovering so he can see my face, he makes me look at him entering me, “I want you to see everything.” He slowly moves back out to the tip before slamming into my already clenched pussy.

I almost scream in pleasure and cant help but close my eyes, “No, you look at me fucking you like this, look at me, splitting you open.” He growls turning my eyes to meet his, “I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine. Yeah?” He thrusts hard and deep into me with every word.

“Y-Yours, I’m yours.” I cry clawing at his back, he puts my knees over his shoulder, gaining deeper entrance to my sopping pussy. He brings a hand behind my neck directing me to watch him fuck me.

“Fu-Fuck Reg you’re so fucking big.” I whine and moan, he grunts, “Y’so small baby, look how good you take me.” He moans as he brings a hand to my clit. I watch as he overstimulates me, bringing attention to how his member bulges in my stomach, hitting all the right spots with each thrust.

The sight alone makes me clench around him. “Mmm Regulus, please— Please don’t stop, please.” I cry moving my hands to claw his lower back, “Feels so good Reg-“ I mumble, he speeds his thrusts up, grunting and moaning as he does so.

“You’re— Uh— Gonna make me—“ He pulls out to the tip and slams into me again, but I’m already clenching around him as my orgasm takes over.

Chills run through me as I climax, I feel the numbness of the aftershock through my limbs to my toes and fingertips. Moaning his name repeatedly only brings him to his own climax.

He fills me to the brim with his hot release, he ruts himself into me more as it spills over the edges, “Fuck baby, yes, I-“ He twitches three more times inside me before completely stilling.

Regulus kisses every inch of my body before coming up to my face, he gives me the most passionate kiss he could muster in his tired state. I give him back the same, regardless how on the brink of sleep I am.

“Stay with me tonight please, I promis-“

“If you asks me to stay tonight, I might think you’re in love.” I tease.

He props himself up on his elbows and looks me in the eyes, “I am in love with you, so in love it hurts when I’m not around you.” He smooths the hair stuck to my face away, “You are the only person I’ve ever loved and i should’ve said it sooner.”

I pull him into a passionate kiss before settling him into my chest, “I love you more than the moon and stars Regulus.”

The fire for James Potter is the hottest depths of hell. October turns into November, which becomes his favourite month of the year, and it glides gently into December, where even the coldest days couldn’t erase the burning touch of James’ skin on his own, before it crashes violently into a stale January. A few months after he first falls for James, Sirius runs away from home. Regulus has never been spiritual, but he’s stared at the stars many nights begging for the flames to die out to ashes. They never do. And James Potter only burns brighter.

A look at what happens when complicated family situations smother a fire before it even has the chance to burn.

One shot Jegulus fic Heavy emotional angst with little to no comfort

13k+ words

hello everyone!!!!

ok. i really dont know how to use tumblr. but. i wanted to create an account so i could talk to some of the readers of my wolfstar fic on AO3, "get off your phone".

Hey guys! Here is chapter two!!! As always, constructive criticism is welcome, homophobic bitching is not. I love you!!

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Sirius had always been an early riser. There was just something about the way the sun shot pink and orange daggers to shatter the impenetrable frost of the night that drew him. Soothed him. He couldn’t count how many mornings he had spent on the roof of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, observing a world rarely seen. Keeping the company of the moon, she who shone her light for unseeing eyes, as she slipped from dark’s cruel grasp and was liberated, to finally rest. Watching as, one by one, the stars faded into nothingness and the great eastern orb returned to claim the sky for its own. And so, it will likely come as no surprise that when we rejoin our protagonist, he is partaking in the same activity as he had every morning for the last 12 years.

The sun had a peculiar way of setting the world on fire. It was never loud or obnoxious. It didn’t burst into the sky in a shower of confetti and yell of its presence for all to hear. It seeped over the horizon, inch by inch, so that even the most attentive of onlookers could never pinpoint the exact moment that night turned to day. Sirius sat perched on the roof of the Potter’s, watching smoke from his cigarette unfurling in that inexplicable, mesmerizing way that it does. But one can only sit alone on a roof for so long before one’s mind starts to wander. In Sirius’ case, it found its way to the boy sleeping on the sofa downstairs.

He had always been drawn by Remus. From the moment they’d met, something about that awkward, scar-ridden 11-year-old had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way his timid hands had quivered when they shook hands for the first time, or the way his eyes gleamed with a type of gold that a thousand goblins couldn’t conjure. Ever since that moment, he always wanted to be around him. To be close to him. It was impossible to explain, but Sirius was under a spell that not even the most powerful wizard in the world could break.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a window creaking open. He turned around and was shocked by the sight of Remus climbing through the attic window and out onto the roof of the Potter house.

“Morning.” Remus’ morning voice never failed to take Sirius’ breath away. Simultaneously gravelly and soft, it enveloped him in what could only be described as comfort.

“Hey”, Sirius said, and it was frankly impressive how many voice cracks he managed to fit into that one, short word. Clearing his throat, the smitten boy persisted; “I thought you were afraid of heights?”

Nice one Sirius. Make him think you see him as a wimp. That’ll get him to fall in love with you.

Sirius internally cursed himself for his insensitivity, fully expecting Remus to turn right back around and go back inside out of anger. It was to his surprise, therefore, that Remus smiled and settled down next to him.

“I was. But these last few transformations… I don’t know. Every time the wolf rips me apart, I feel like I’m going to die. And so, after I changed back the last time, I decided that I wouldn’t waste whatever time I have left being scared of things that don’t matter. Because there is no way to know which full moon is going to be my last.” A heavy silence settled over the boys. As the weight of Remus’ confession sank in, Sirius found himself on the edge of tears. He knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help thinking about how he would survive if Remus did die. If, one day, the blood on the floor of the shrieking shack would become too much, and they would all drown in its repercussions.

Wordlessly, Remus reached over and took hold of Sirius’ cigarette. Their fingers brushed only for a second, but it felt like forever and was over too soon. A shiver ran down Sirius’ spine at the feeling of Remus’ cold finger on his. His finger, surprisingly unmarred compared to the rest of his body, seemed to set every nerve in Sirius’ body in fire. That simple act of proximity was enough to set his heart beating at a rate that, frankly, shouldn’t be allowed.

When Remus withdrew his fingers, the cigarette perched between them, Sirius was left tingling in the small but infinite point of contact, and he vowed never to wash that hand again, lest he lose the shimmering ecstasy that the tingling brought. The situation was not improved by Remus’ decision to bring the cigarette to his lips, placing his mouth exactly where Sirius’ had been only seconds before. He took a long, languid drag from the joint, his beautiful lips perfectly shaping to exhale the smoke. Sirius marveled at how this boy could make even an act as simple as taking a puff from a cigarette seem like the most sensual, lascivious experience of his life. Sirius’ mind was flooded with obscene thoughts of what he wanted to do to those lips, what he wanted them to do to him. He felt dizzy at the thought (although that might have also had something to do with the sudden lack of blood in his head; it seemed to have decided that it was needed elsewhere).

The stillness was shattered by a hacking cough.

“Merlin, what the fuck is in this thing?” Remus exclaimed through another shuddering cough.

“It’s only a cigarette”, Sirius answered, confused.

Remus laughed. “I know that, dipshit. But why? What the fuck are you doing out here at bloody six in the morning smoking this cheap shit? Here.”

Sirius watched in bewilderment as Remus reached into his sweater pocket and withdrew a long, hand rolled joint.

“What is it?”, he asked stupidly.

Once again, he found himself blessed by the presence of Remus’ gorgeous laugh. “It’s weed. Marijuana. It’s a muggle drug.”

Sirius was skeptical. “And it’s better than cigarettes?”

“Way better. Here.”

Before Sirius had a chance to say anything, Remus was bringing the joint up to Sirius’ lips. Startled, Sirius instinctively parted them, and let the rough paper of the tip slide in. Then, Remus’ fingers skimmed his lower lip, and he was paralyzed. His mind was plunged into a world of haze, where his lip and Remus’ fingers existed alone. Where all the unsaid words were unimportant, and all that mattered was that Remus was touching him.

But something inside him realized the sheer impossibility of that dream and brought him back to reality. A reality where Remus would never love him back, because why would he? Why would an ethereal creature like Remus Lupin, with all his intangible beauty, pay any attention to a bratty pureblood who couldn’t even tell the difference between a mandrake and a spinach leaf?

Well, Sirius concluded, if this is the closest I ever get to him, I may as well make the most of it.

Sirius sighed, leaning into Remus’ touch. Memorizing the sensation of cold fingers on his skin. But Remus drew back. Sirius supposed he must have angered him with his display of intimacy, because a red flush was creeping up his neck and highlighting his cheeks.

Drawing back, Sirius cleared his throat, which was not an easy feat, due to the joint now in his mouth. When he was satisfied that an ordinary level of awkwardness had been restored between them, he lit his joint. Almost immediately, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. It was amazing, the sensation of every muscle in his body loosening, becoming calm. The tension was gone from his shoulders, and he couldn’t even remember why he had been worried about this in the first place. He had never felt anything better.

He felt a tug on the spliff and opened his mouth so it could slide out, the paper sticking to his lips. It was Remus, of course. He took it into those elegant, beautiful fingers and took a puff, closing his eyes as the glorious smoke entered his system. After a couple of seconds, he exhaled again, the smoke rippling through his voluptuous lips and ascending to join the clouds in their endless dance of mesmerising shapeshifting.

The rest of the morning was spent that way, sharing that slice of euphoria, tucked away on a rooftop in a tiny corner of a tiny island in a huge, huge world.

***

The sun was dipping into the west now, and James and Peter had long since engaged themselves in a fierce game of monopoly. Surprisingly, Peter was doing very well. Although James would later claim that he “let Peter win”, it was clear to see that he was severely frustrated by his lack of success. Although, his agitation might have had something to do with his anticipation of the next day; the girls had agreed to come over in the morning and stay for a couple of nights. Inevitably, James had spent many hours fretting over what to say when Lily arrived, before finally agreeing to partake in a game of monopoly to settle his nerves. Clearly, this hadn’t helped. To their merit, Remus and Sirius had abstained from the activity, aware that an apprehensive James and board games were never a good combination. They had instead elected to watch, which proved to be a far more enjoyable pastime.

“That’s it!”, James exclaimed, throwing his money down on the table. “I don’t get this dumb muggle game. I’m going for a walk.” He pushed back his chair with an unpleasant screech and stormed out the front door, leaving a bewildered Peter in his wake. They didn’t have long to revel in the absence of James’ intense leg-jiggling, however. The door had barely swung close before it was wrenched open again, and James came thundering back in, unchanged, except for the fact that he was now soaking wet.

Fuming, he mumbles something about “s’raining”, and sloshed his way up the stairs. A distant door slammed, and the house was quiet once more.

“Well”, Sirius clapped his hands together. “I’m starving. Dinner?”

Peter perked up at the mention of sustenance but was quickly shot down by Remus’ next statement.

“In case you haven’t noticed, we can’t exactly walk to town in this weather. And the muggle delivery place won’t come out here in the rain.”

But Sirius was unperturbed. “Well I’ll cook something! Peter, why don’t you go make the guest rooms up for the girls, and Remus and I will whip something up for tea.”

Peter quickly scampered upstairs, not one to pass up an opportunity to clean a bedroom (it was one of his many unappreciated blessings; the need for cleanliness).

Left alone now, Sirius turned to Remus. Just being close to him was enough to set his heart racing, but he pushed that down.

Not right now. We’re just cooking. Just two friends, making dinner for their other two, less sophisticated friends.

However, he found himself unsure of how to proceed. So, as a demonstration of his ever-present sophistication, he decided to go with the most refined of communicative methods: finger guns.

Immediately regretting the decision, he dropped his arms to his side and cleared his throat for what was probably nearing the millionth time that day. “Shall we?” Remus nodded.

The Potters’ kitchen was sprawling with innumerable cupboards and drawers, all immaculately designed and painted to create a blend of antique styles and modern methods. There were 3 ovens, and a number of industrial fridges, including a blast-freezer. A mini fridge sat on the bench, containing sodas of all flavours and, further back, expensive alcohols. To Sirius, who had grown up in the dingy prison of Grimmauld Place, it was heaven.

He walked over to the industrial fridge and started pulling out ingredients, ideas flooding his mind. Although he would never admit it, cooking was one of Sirius’ guilty pleasures. The thought of so many elements, things that are seemingly useless of bland, coming together to form a gastronomical masterpiece was something that he enjoyed immensely. Within minutes, he was working away at a bouillabaisse, the pastry for a quiche already in the oven, and an ice-cream mixture chilling in the fridge.

Remus was watching in amazement from his perch on the island bench, a cold raspberry soda in his hand.

“Where did you learn to cook?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes from the mesmerizing bubbling of the bouillabaisse.

Sirius blushed. “Andy taught me, actually. After she moved in with Ted. I would go and visit her every Saturday and help out around the house when Ted was out working.”

Remus was well aware of Sirius’ feelings about Ted Tonks. Although he had not approved of him initially, believing strongly that Andromeda was worthy of someone better, he had seen how passionately he cared for his family, and grown to like the stumpy little man.

“She says she learned from Ted’s mother, who was a chef in France before the Depression. She said that Andy had a knack for it, and so taught her everything she knew. Since no one in the ministry would take her in fear of her parents getting mad, she decided to do everything she can at home, taking care of the house and of little Nymphadora.”

“Oh yeah, how is she going? God, she must be going on a year now!” Remus asked, remembering the pictures Sirius had shown him of his baby cousin when she was born.

“She’s doing good. It really is a breath of fresh air, seeing that even in the midst of the oncoming war, there is still such innocence and good in the world. But at the same time, I’m terrified that she might have to grow up in a world governed by Voldemort.” His voice shook on that last sentence, his throat swelling painfully as tears sprung to his eyes. He tried to blink them back, unwilling to let Remus see that side of him, but they knew each other too well. With two quick strides, Remus was across the room, enveloping him in a hug.

Sirius sank into it, letting himself be consumed by the warmth or Remus. By that comforting smell of nutmeg and tea, coupled with chocolate and books. The brush of leather jacket on woolen sweater, the feeling of heads on shoulders and hands on backs. And he knew that, as long as this boy was in the world, everything would always be okay.

***

After dinner, the boys had opted to take their dessert into the living room and watch a movie. Remus had suggested Titanic, and James had protested for all of 5 seconds before remembering that Rose bore a slight resemblance to one Lily Evans and supporting the idea wholeheartedly. But now the movie had ended, and the boys found themselves, yet again, in limbo between waking and sleeping. At some point during the movie, Remus had moved over to snuggle next to Sirius, and it hadn’t taken long before they were sprawled out on the sofa, Remus’ head on Sirius’ chest. Sirius had tried no to think anything of it, justifying that Remus was tired and probably didn’t even know what he was doing. But a small part of him couldn’t help but wonder, couldn’t help but hope.

Remus opened his eyes and looked out the window into the dark garden. The night sky was speckled with a tapestry of a thousand stars, each one so small, yet burning with a fire so intense it could consume everything they held dear in less than a second. There was no moon in the sky that night.

Then Remus turned his head to look up at Sirius, his golden eyes meeting grey ones.

“It’s stopped raining”, he said.

Sirius looked up, and saw that the skies had, in fact, cleared.

Glancing down again, he went to reply, but was cut short by the sight before him. Remus was asleep, safe in his best friend’s arms. And so, Sirius spoke his answer for the unlistening ears of the night.

“Yeah. Yeah it has.”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley/Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley & Lily Evans Potter Characters: Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Alice Longbottom, Dorcas Meadowes, Petunia Evans Dursley, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Frank Longbottom, Hope Lupin, Peter Pettigrew Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Summary: